Hello All, I was wondering if someone could help me by reading my story. I have not finished yet but here is what I have so far.
The Artist
The aroma of marijuana scented the air. Sean took another puff of his joint and gently handed his camera to me.
“Hold the camera steady, Aria. The world needs to watch the artist work, baby.” . He grabbed the bucket of magenta house paint and walked over to the tarp covered terrace. Sean poured the bucket of paint over his head, the magenta paint cascading down his face, picking up pace as it flowed down his chest, over his genitals and pooled at his feet.
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I need help with my back Aria.” Sean said as he attempted to clear the paint around his mouth.
I sighed and went to the bedroom to find the roller. It was not always like this. Sean was once warm and caring. Now it seems as if all he cares about is his artwork. I would understand this if it wasn't for the fact that Sean was not an artist.
Three months ago Sean’s poor attempt at Paint by Letters high was discovered by his brother, Simon. Simon thought it was a genius Non Conformist piece of work and should be a part of the next showcase at his art gallery.
During the night of the showcase many of the hipsters thought the painting was “brooding” and “deep.” I spent the entire night at the snack table drinking wine. He can not be serious, it was a bad Birthday gift I gave him when I was in a rush. Then an older man stopped by his painting. He was handsome with salt and pepper hair and a very well - favored face. He couldn't be more than 40; but he was so damn sexy!
He chatted with Sean as he watched the ill-formed painting. The good looking male glanced toward the snack table and his gaze stopped when he saw me. His green eyes lingered on me followed by Sean approaching the snack table. “Get it together, Graem wants to meet you.” Sean grabbed my arm and I stumbled on the bottom of my teal dress. I practically wobbled as I tried to regain my balance.
“Get it together, stop behaving like a fool. It is about me right now, not you.” Sean hissed sharply. It was the very first time he spoke to me in that tone. I was so close to crying but I did not want Graem to notice.
“Graem this is my girlfriend Aria.”
“So this is the woman that started your art career. It is my pleasure” Graem kissed the back of my hand. I tried my hardest to stifle a smile. His hand lingered, as if he was reluctant to let go of mine. I saw him glance at my cleavage as he furrowed his eyebrows at my greeting.
“Aria, that is an interesting accent you have, where are you from?” Graem asked.
I was shocked, Sean had never even bothered to ask me that in the three years that we have been dating. I looked at Sean and he continued to look at his painting, mesmerized by the bright neon paints that he stole from his job at the Domestic Depot.
“Well My family is from India but I was raised in Scotland.” Graem nodded his head, Sean showed the least bit of interest.
“Well it is lovely.” Graem followed as he returned to the painting. I drank the rest of wine in my glass and grabbed another as the server passed with a tray.
He gave Sean his card and said that he loved his artwork. “Very contemporary, I want in on the Sean Holster art experience. Call me when your next piece of art is ready.”
Overhearing that I became nauseous; but it was okay. I downed the entire glass of wine. Another glass of wine would steady me. I headed back to the snack table; as I reached for another glass the server gave me an abashed look.
”Ma'am, I think you have had enough.” The server said.
“Bullshit, I'll tell you when I have had enough.” I slurred to the server. The server leaned into me making sure that no one else could hear her.
“But you have had enough glasses to equate a bottle and a half of wine.” I smiled and pointed my glass to Sean's paint by letters on the wall.
“ I am dating the guy that created that” I slurred pointing my glass with so much emphasis that a bit of wine spilled on my hand. The server looked at the painting and sighed. Someone walked over and placed a red sticker next to the painting; some idiot actually purchased it! She poured two large glasses of wine and handed one to me.
” Wine cures all sins.” The server said as she downed the entire glass of wine.
*****
“Aria, roller now! I'm drying up here.” Sean yelled from the terrace, snapping me out of my flashback.
I retrieved the roller and headed back to the terrace. Sean was trying to smear the paint on his back with his hands.
I threw the roller on the tarp and went inside. I was sick of his narcissism. He clearly did not care for me anymore. Instead he would rather douse his body in paint and grope himself on canvas.
“ Thanks Babe. Wait do my back!” Sean yelled back as I retreated to the bedroom. I plopped onto the bed. I can not believe how selfish Sean could be. He did not even bother to come back to the room to see how I was doing.
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. I pushed the story back so I can work on it and put something else in its place. By the way: